"As if you know me." The corners of Chu Feng's lips curled into a strange, unsettling smile.
"You... you're not him. You... you... who are you?!"
At that moment, Han Helai completely lost his composure. Even as he spoke, he was already retreating frantically, desperately searching for a chance to escape.
He had already realized just how terrifying the Chu Feng standing before him was — and realized that this Chu Feng was no longer the same as before.
Pfft—!
But right at that instant, a muffled burst erupted from Han Helai's dantian. Looking down, blood was gushing from the spot like a river.
A hand had pierced clean through from his back — not only punching through his body, but crushing his dantian to pieces.
"I'm the one who's going to make you wish you were dead."
At the same time, a voice drifted slowly from behind Han Helai. It was Chu Feng's voice — and yet, it wasn't Chu Feng's voice.
"Lord Long-Brow, save me!!!" Realizing the situation was dire, Han Helai let out a miserable scream.
"What?!" Hearing Han Helai's cry, Old Freak Long-Brow noticed what was happening. But when he saw that Han Helai's dantian had been shattered by Chu Feng, even he wore an expression of shock.
"The one who wants to kill you most isn't me, so I won't be the one to kill you." The entity controlling Chu Feng smiled faintly, then grabbed Han Helai and tossed him toward Old Village Chief Ma.
By now, Han Helai's dantian was destroyed, his cultivation completely gone. He posed no further threat — like a lamb awaiting slaughter, he landed in Old Village Chief Ma's hands.
Whoosh—!
After dealing with Han Helai, the figure launched forward, arriving before the divine demon in the blink of an eye.
"Chu Feng, it's dangerous!" Miao Renlong was in the thick of a fierce battle. Seeing Chu Feng suddenly appear, he was startled and immediately shouted for Chu Feng to retreat.
"Old man, keep your voice down — I'm not Chu Feng. You should recognize me." The figure addressed Miao Renlong in a calm, indifferent tone.
"This aura... it's you?" Miao Renlong wasn't a fool. He finally sensed the familiar aura emanating from Chu Feng's body.
But precisely because it was this particular aura, Miao Renlong found it all the more unbelievable — after all, this person had vanished right before their very eyes.
"Fall back and tend to your wounds. Leave this to me," the figure said.
"Yes." This time, Miao Renlong didn't refuse. Setting aside the fact that he was severely wounded and couldn't hold on much longer — more importantly, he had already sensed that this person's aura was far more powerful than before. So powerful that it was not the least bit weaker than the Demon Lord's, perhaps even considerably stronger. Perhaps this person could truly fight the Demon Lord.
"A divine demon, is it? I've actually seen a man close to being a god — that was my master."
"But even he only came close. He never dared call himself a god. And as for an ugly thing like you? You're even less worthy of that title."
"Because compared to my master, you are utterly worthless." The figure gazed at the divine demon with cold mockery.
"Kill... you!!!"
Provoked beyond endurance, the divine demon unleashed a roar that shook heaven and earth. A colossal fist — enormous beyond measure — came crashing down toward the figure.
The divine demon was simply too massive. Before it, Chu Feng's body was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant ant.
In theory, this punch should have been as effortless as crushing an ant.
"Heh..."
Yet, facing that mountain-sized colossal fist, the figure showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, it let out a cold laugh, clenched its fist, and threw a punch right back.